And now I understand
something so frightening, and wonderful —
how the mind clings to the road it knows, rushing
through crossroads, sticking
like lint to the familiar.

Mary Oliver (1935-2019) American poet
“Robert Schumann,” Dream Work, Part 1 (1986)

Added on 16-Nov-22 | Last updated 14-Nov-22
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